And the cat came back, she didn’t want to roam…

We have had a big fat cat named Squishy for years. She was actually born here, in our house some years ago.  She thrived and became huge.

Along came Sandy Dog.  Sandy is the bird dog that my husband has always wanted.  She points and fetches birds like a dream.  She is also a hyper brat   dog. Needless to say, Sandy and Squishy do not get along.  We noticed last fall, that Squishy would spend more and more time away from home.  Right after Christmas,  my daughter rescued the cat from an iceberg in the middle of the creek that runs along our property.  She couldn’t convince her to come inside and that was the last time we saw her for five months. 

Last Sunday while were eating dinner with my brother and their family and my daughter and her husband, my husband came inside to tell us that he and my brother had spotted Squishy.  Sandy the bird dog, (not cat dog) had her ‘treed’.  My daughter and my niece headed to the rescue.  After a brave and dangerous and determined trip down the gully, they came back with the cat.  What a wild thing.  There she was bigger than ever.  She looked as though she had been living in the wilds of Borneo eating elephants.  Her once pristine white fur was dirty and clumped with burrs.  I don’t know how she survived, but she must have been eating coyotes.  The past week has been interesting.  This huge beast cat, who we could hardly get inside, has become a big fat house cat.  Her fur over the last week, has thinned out and become cleaner.  We have found piles of white hair with burrs in it around the house as she has cleaned herself up.  I have never seen anything like it.  It is like when the wicked people of the Book of Mormon had a ‘mighty change of heart’.  She has turned from her rowdy and wild past and has domesticated herself and is completely happy to be the house cat we never wanted.  Oh well, at least we won’t have any mice (or small children for that matter) running around mucking the place up.